Soon he felt her first orgasm wash over her, but he continued to plunge into her time and time again until again he felt her once more reach her peak,...tensing her muscles, arching her back and crying out, but still he kept plundering her. She was almost crying with the agony of feeling constant orgasm that felt excessively good to her.He leaned down to kiss her ardently, while he continued plunging into her very depths. He managed to gently fondle a breast as he kissed her avidly again and. Wehad changed behind the sand dunes and I had watched as the older boy'stowel had dropped while he was changing and had been rooted to the spotas I saw the boy's cock for the first time. It looked so long and thickcompared to mine.The beach was deserted at that time of year and when we got into thesea, the boy said, "Lets go skinny dipping."He dropped his own swimming shorts and made a grab for mine. I put up afight, but only because I wanted to wrestle with the boy in the water.He eventually. On his return, Mandy was sitting by the mirrors perched on a Pilates ball. She’d taken off her leggings; they lay discarded by the mats. Her underwear matched the aqua crop top perfectly, but they were Brazilian style lace, clearly not fit to be worn as gym shorts.He stood before her grinning, no longer confused. Finally, he was taking the hint. She was glad the kissing hadn’t caused Mark to freak out and abandon their session, or that he didn’t seem put off by her bold move of removing her. On our way to nowhere important with all the time in the world.You have blue jeans on. You know I love you in jeans, a t-shirt, and a smile. I am wearing blue jean shorts and a t-shirt. Just the picture of comfort and casual. Like we have always been and will always be together in peace and tranquility like this. Timeless.My feet tap along to the music, as your fingers drum the steering wheel. My arm is out the window enjoying the breeze. Our other hands are clasped, light and loose so the sun.